Words: Written in a ink of beach colored sand.

 Your pearls cast upon the sands are as hard to find as yesterdays tide.

So write in stone and as cold as it may be, tomorrows heart may kiss the stone.
Bringing your words to light and life for yet another day.

 Even as your Muse sees the world through glasses made of tears.

And cat crying at your leg is like a hungry baby in your ears.
Yet our hearts soulful truths we really must not hide.

 For Life and and Love will come again like the never ending tide.

As long as the Goddess Moon lights our nights and is our guide.

The Druid King

 Copy Right 02-13-2012 George King